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If there was a god, |
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I'm sure he would be hated, for making bugs, this hell that was created. |
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Sit on a coat, put on a hat, |
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I am infested, it happens just like that. |
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I'm sure I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes, bodylice & crabs, headlice & scabies. |
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You take your pick. |
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They make me sick. |
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Well, I'll scratch until |
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I bleed, so there'll be scabs for me to pick. |
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It drives me mad as |
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I scratch my body raw, sometimes it feels like sex when |
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I'm scratching with my paws. |
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Sometimes it feels better, when it gets wetter; lubed up with puss & blood... but later |
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I'm upsetter. ' |
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Cause of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed, |
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I simply lost control, the scabies can't be blamed. |
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Oh yes they can! |
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I'll go complain to the drop in center clinic, hook me up with some lindane! |
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Oh yes lindane, the stuff for the occasion, this lotion gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x) |
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But I must use it. |
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I'll be the tested. |
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This time it's gone too far my body is infested. |
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I am infested, |
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I am infested, this time it's gone too far, my body is infested. |
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I am infested, |
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I'll be the tested, this time it's gone too far, my body is infested... |
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One bug, two bug, three bugs, four, these bugs just fuck & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more. (to) |
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Infest my head, infest my bed, these bugs won't stop infesting 'til |
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I kill them all dead. |
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Then there's the eggs, they'll fucking catch. |
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If I don't delouse again, in seven days they'll hatch. |
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And at this time, |
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I will truly go insane; my nervous system shot by the use of the lindane. |
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It is this lotion on my generation tested, this time it's gone too far, my body is infested. (X2) |
